Chapter 612 Breaking The Door

At this moment, he was at the place where the gangster appeared in the surveillance for the last time, and quickly searched around with mental power. After hearing the gunshot, his brows frowned.

The place where the gunshot was fired was not far from them, and it was also within the west of the city.

Hongyan and Heitong looked at him at the same time.

"Go and have a look!" Lin Qiye said decisively.

...

A huge impact came from behind, and Yurina fell heavily to the ground, groaning, feeling a burning pain in her back.

She fell to the ground, a trance appeared in her eyes, and the buzzing sound was still echoing in her ears.

Is that... a gun?

They have guns?

The group of gangsters ran forward quickly and dragged Yurina up from the ground. Iwamai Yusuke held a revolver and walked in front of her with eyes narrowed.

His eyes swept over Yurina's body, but he couldn't see any blood from the wound.

"Did you miss it... because you were frightened?" He muttered to himself.

His original intention of shooting was that he didn't want Yurina to escape, he didn't really want to kill her with a single shot. If she really died, then he would be completely cold, so when he shot, he aimed specifically at the non-lethal hit the place.

Although the hand trembled and missed, the result was still the same.

"Little girl, you are quite bloody? How dare you plot against me." Iwamai Yusuke stepped forward, grabbed her hair, stared fiercely at Yurina's eyes, and sneered, "If you have the ability, you continue to run? "

Yurina pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Drag back, lock the door, you two let the wind outside, and watch the police." Iwamai Yusuke turned and walked into the warehouse, and ordered the gangsters around him.

The gunshot attracted almost all the gangsters around, there were about thirty or forty of them, and they quickly followed Iwamai Yusuke's request, dragged Yurina into the warehouse, and slowly closed the heavy door.

Yurina was dragged back to the concrete floor in the middle of the warehouse, Iwamai Yusuke walked to her side, squatted down, pinched her cheek and raised her head.

"Let me ask you one last time, did your parents leave you anything valuable or special?" Iwamai Yusuke's eyes were extremely cold.

Yurina stared into his eyes, and said word by word:

"No... just nothing!"

Iwamai Yusuke stared at her for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes, stood up, and sat back on the leather sofa.

"Sorataro."

"Yes, boss!" A vicious gangster walked to his side.

"Cut off her finger." He said lightly.

"Yes!"

Sorataro nodded, he pulled out a dagger from his waist, sneered and walked slowly towards Yurina who was lying on the ground.

Yurina watched him approaching her step by step, fear appeared in her eyes, she bit her lips tightly, and there was no trace of blood on her face.

She is not a hero who is not afraid of death, she is just a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, when she heard that they were going to cut her fingers, the tears rolled in her eyes uncontrollably...

Now she has no retreat or means, only endless despair.

In her eyes, there are grievances, fear, anger and bewilderment.

She didn't understand that she had prayed so devoutly to the gods, prayed countless times to the gods of good fortune to disperse the evil spirits around her, and give her a stable and happy life...Why is this the result?

Even as soon as she walked out of the shrine, she was caught by this group of people and tortured while still under the gaze of the gods. Could the gods really not see all this?

Lord God...does it really exist?

Yurina fell helplessly to the ground, tears slid down her cheeks, and she slowly closed her eyes.

boom--! !

Just when Sorataro was about to swing the knife, the door of the warehouse burst open, and the dull loud noise echoed in everyone's ears.

Everyone was taken aback, and turned their heads to look suddenly.

The warehouse door made of metal was torn into pieces like paper, and fell to the ground clangingly. The dust everywhere was blown up by the wind, floating in the sunlight from the outside.

Outside the door, a red-haired woman in a blue protective uniform was standing there, with a pair of golden vertical pupils staring at everyone in the warehouse indifferently, and slowly loosened her tightly clenched right fist.

Just now, it was this punch that exploded the metal door.

She turned sideways, took half a step back, and bowed her head respectfully, as if waiting for someone.

The next moment, a figure in a black windbreaker with his hands in his pockets and a Monkey King mask came slowly from the dust floating in the sun.

His eyes swept over dozens of gangsters in the warehouse, and finally fell on Yurina who fell to the ground. When he saw the knife in Soratarou's hand, a killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"Hey! Who are you bastard?!" One of the yellow-haired bastards stepped forward and yelled with a standard flick of the tongue, "Where are the two guarding outside? Why is there no movement at all?"

Lin Qiye glanced at him, and didn't mean to talk to him at all, but said lightly:

"Except for the one on the sofa, kill them all."

"Willing to work for you."

Heitong's voice echoed in Lin Qiye's ears, and the next moment, a pool of black liquid shot out from Lin Qiye's shadow, and instantly hit the talking yellow-haired bastard, covering his body like a tide. whole body.

He took control of Huangmao's body in an instant.

On his forehead, a scarlet red eye slowly opened, exuding a strange light, making one's heart palpitating.

This sudden scene made all the gangsters present stay in place. They had never seen such a strange scene, and they even forgot to escape or resist for a while.

By the time they came back to their senses, it was too late.

The beauty standing at the door was like lightning, she rushed into the group of gangsters in an instant, kicked out, and the terrifying force carried by it brought a strong wind, directly shattering the bones of several gangsters, making them light like kites Kicked away and fell to the ground like mud.

The other gangsters finally came to their senses, pulled out their weapons, and smashed hard at Hong Yan's body.

Only a few crisp sounds were heard, the steel pipe broke, the dagger burst open, and the wine bottle was shattered into slag, falling to the ground. They held half of the weapons in their hands, and looked at the unscathed beauty, and they were dumbfounded in place.

Hong Yan turned her head calmly, her golden vertical pupils, which contained the might of a dragon, narrowed slightly.

Hei Tong occupied Huang Mao's body, took half a step back slightly, avoiding a bastard's bat, then took out a butterfly knife from his waist, and stabbed him in the throat easily and freely.

In front of these two people, this group of gangsters had no resistance at all, they were purely unilateral killings.